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she’d spied Rory and he thought she was going to leap from her skin and blow his hiding spot, but she’d easily returned her focus to the arsehole sipping coffee as though it were wine, swishing it around his damned mouth like a ninny.
    Saints, but Rory wished that in addition to time traveling he had the ability to read minds, or at the very least whisper into her head. He wanted to give her the strength to boot this bloke out. The strength to kick him in the ballocks, too.
    The interrogation continued, and Rory was about to pitch the door open when her telephone actually did ring.
    “Oh,” Moira breathed out, leaping from her chair.
    Dickie stood, too, and for a moment, Rory had the sense the man was going to answer the phone for her, but he could see the hesitation in Dickie’s movements. At least the spoiled rat wasn’t a complete fool.
    “Hello?” A moment passed, and all the color drained from Moira’s face. “Shona?”
    The phone started to slip, her legs to buckle.
    Rory was bursting through the cellar door and catching Moira just as her body fell to the floor, completely ignoring the rage-filled shout from Dickie.
    “Moira?” Rory stared into her face, eyes closed, skin pale. He grabbed up the phone. “Hello?”
    Dickie was quick to grab it before Rory could hear who was on the other end, and he wasn’t about to drop Moira in the process of fighting him for it. The bastard threw the phone toward the front of the house and bellowed at Rory, “Who the hell are ye?”
    Rory sent the man a scathing look. He didn’t need to explain a damned thing. He lifted Moira up and carried her into the living room, settling her on the couch, then turned to face off with the bastard.
    “I asked ye a direct question,” Dickie shouted.
    “And I deliberately ignored ye.” Rory smirked at the indignation his retort brought to the arsehole’s face.
    “Tell me who ye are and why ye’re touching my woman.”
    “She was mine first.” Rory grinned, satisfaction filling him to brimming when Dickie’s face grew boiling red.
    “Get the fuck out of here.”
    “Why dinna ye get the fuck out of here,” Rory growled.
    They both stood, fists clenched, chests heaving, teeth bared, about to pounce on the other when the phone rang once more.
    Rory sprang toward the front of the house where Dickie had tossed the phone, but Dickie was right behind him. The two of them momentarily got stuck in the doorway in their haste to get to the phone first.
    “Move!” Dickie shouted.
    Rory didn’t bother with shouting. He wrenched back his arm, and landed a crack on Dickie’s temple with his elbow that had him crumpling to the floor of the kitchen in a deep sleep. “Ye move, bloody cur,” Rory muttered.
    He picked up the phone, forgetting only momentarily to hit the button that made the voices speak on the other end. “Hello?”
    “R—Rory? Ohmygod, is that ye, Rory?”
    Holy hell, was it really Shona? He’d have recognized her voice anywhere—but here?
    “Aye, but… how? Shona?”
    “I can’t believe it!” There was a thudding sound and then a deep male voice said, “Who is this?”
    “’Tis Rory, who is this?”
    The man cleared his throat. “’Tis Ewan. Ye’re a wanted man.”
    Wanted man? Rory shook off the accusation, his mind still reeling at hearing Shona’s voice. How the hell had she time traveled and how did she know he’d be here? “Who are ye?”
    “Shona’s husband.”
    “Husband? When the bloody hell did that happen? Never mind. How are ye here, in this time?”
    There was a deep sigh from the connection, a sound that Rory knew well.
    “One minute we were asleep, and the next, we woke up on a strange road, surrounded by people with flashing lights.”
    “Flashing lights? What color?” Cameras, or police? Or flashlights?
    “Blue and red. ’Twas the um… The guards. Their vehicle said police. Damn… I should have remembered all this.” There was another frustrated sigh on the other end, and